Her Four Cowboys

Turning, I didn’t let go of her as I led the two of them to my bedroom.

25

LUCY

I could barely believe what was happening as Adam led me down the hall to his room, my heart practically beating out of my chest as we walked together in the quiet that filled the apartment. The calm belied my excitement as Adam pushed open his bedroom door, his breathing not seeming to pick up beyond the barest hint of excitement. Meanwhile, behind me, Andy had his hand warmly placed on my lower back.

Once we got into the bedroom, Adam flicked the light switch on the wall, which turned on the floor lamp in the corner, illuminating the room with a soft yellow glow that seemed to warm me up on the inside as well.

I exhaled, looking around the room at the bits and pieces of Adam’s life, and spotted Robin Williams’s familiar face on the wall. I couldn’t help laughing a little at the sight, and Adam raised an eyebrow at my giggle. “What’s so funny?”

“Just… the Good Morning, Vietnam poster,” I said, bringing my hand up to my mouth, smothering my laugh with my palm. “Somehow, it feels full circle to hook up under that stupid poster.”

He smiled at me, and the grin quickly turned wicked as he reached forward, pulling me forward with a hard jerk and pressing me against his groin before leaning in and capturing my mouth with his in a savage kiss. It was barely comparable to what had happened under the mistletoe a few weeks before.

Then, I hadn’t known him well enough to realize that he was holding back, but thinking back on it, I realized how careful he’d been with me as we’d exchanged our first kiss, giving in to the careful interplay of lip and tongue. I hadn’t really allowed myself to give into my own increasingly strong feelings when I was around him—I couldn’t, given the fact that both his family and mine were in the next room—and had known that if we’d been alone, things would’ve likely progressed naturally in the way that they had with Aaron and Austin.

Now, though, it was an entirely different story. The only other person here was Andy, and I knew that he wouldn’t be opposed to any of my reactions to his brother. I knew it the way I knew both humans and animals needed regular hydration in order to survive.

I gasped as Adam opened my mouth with his, dipping his tongue inside and swallowing the sound of desire that I’d made for him. Even though I’d been having mixed feelings about Adam, thinking that that initial kiss wasn’t enough for me to pass judgment on whether I wanted him or not, at least in the way I wanted his brothers, now I knew I was lost.

At the same time, Andy was behind me, pushing my long hair over my shoulder so that he could get access to the back of my neck. I sucked in a breath as I felt his soft lips pressing against my skin, which was already highly sensitized due to Adam’s steady touches. Now, it was positively humming with excitement.

I groaned as my soft sweater was pulled gently over my head, exposing my skin to the warm air of the room and the heat that was coming off of both brothers.

I reached forward, pushing Adam away from me gently so that I could get a better look at him. The look of sheer hunger in his blue eyes was enough to bring me even closer to the edge, and I reached for the edge of his long-sleeved t-shirt, sliding my hands underneath the hem and playing with the edge of his cut abs just as Andy had slid his fingers down the front of my belly to the closure of my pants.

“Fuck, Luce,” Adam said, his voice coming out choked and thin as I pulled the shirt up and above his head, taking a second to admire the shape of him as he shed that first layer. His body was beautiful, more lithe than the bodies of Aaron and Austin. He was still strong, his body still corded with the muscles that his work had built over the last decade, but they seemed to be more thinly layered under his skin. “You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

“Well, we can’t have that,” I said, unbuttoning the button of his jeans with a quick flick of my fingers and sliding my hand down his belly, snapping the elastic band of his boxers against his hardened midriff and feeling just a little bit satisfied when I saw his wince.

Suddenly, a set of fingers that wasn’t Adam’s was making its way into my panties, catching me off guard. I’d never had a threesome before, much less one that was almost entirely focused on me, and all of the sensation was driving me insane. Andy’s fingers worked as deftly as Adam’s had, proving flexible enough to work under my tight jeans, parting the folds that I knew were hiding the soaking wet evidence of my arousal.